Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mafia Men V - Marco's Vengeance : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Lilianna »»»◈««« For the past three days, I've made a point of steering clear of him, making sure that we haven't had any opportunity to spend time together. Each time I catch a glimpse of him in the distance, my heart races with conflicting emotions. Whenever he showed up to pick me up from work, I made sure to send out my secretary to inform him that I wouldn't be available until late at night. Midnight is Marco's busiest time, so it was unlikely he could come then. It's not like I wanted to keep avoiding him, but the idea of facing him, especially alone in the car, just filled me with dread. I couldn't handle the awkwardness and tension between us. When he was busy, I'd head home and crash into bed. After those exhausting hours on set, sleep came easy the moment I hit the mattress. I'd wake up before him, quietly slipping out of the house without bothering with breakfast. Avoiding him for three days felt like an achievement, but deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling of disa

Lilianna »»»◈««« I was pressed against his side as bottles of champagne popped open, their fizzy contents spraying into the air as laughter and howls filled the atmosphere. Marco held up a bottle, a gleam of triumph in his eyes, as he looked down at me and kissed me once more. He pulled back just an inch and whispered on my lips, "Fuck it!" He took a long swig directly from the champagne bottle and then placed the bottle's lips against mine, urging me to drink as well. My lips parted willingly, and I drank from the bottle. It felt like the entire world had melted away, the shouts and cheers around us didn't matter. As I drank, his lips trailed kisses along my jawline. Pulling the bottle away, he dropped it to the floor, making it shatter. A familiar face from Marco's crew walked over, I had seen him around the house, and he slipped another set of car keys into Marco's hand. "I'll handle the McLaren, boss," he stated confidently, earning a nod from Marco. Marco dragged me awa

Lilianna »»»◈««« Six Years Earlier »»»◈«««»»»◈««« I let out a weary sigh. It had been almost a year since I graduated high school, and Dad had made me return to Naples. Since then, life has been incredibly dull. It was the same old routine: Dad's endless restrictions and Armando's relentless advances. But lately, Armando seemed different. With our engagement approaching, he was suddenly eager for intimacy. He had never pushed for this before, but now, I could feel the shift in everything he did. His words carried a new intensity, his touch lingered a bit too long, and there was tension in the air whenever he was around. Since coming back to Naples, we have gone to a few dinners together. They started out pleasant enough, but as the night wore on, his intentions became clear. Each dinner ended the same way, with him trying to kiss me. I could see the frustration in his eyes, the impatience. The thought of sharing his bed filled me with dread. He had bought me, saving me from ot

Lilianna »»»◈««« "How are things between the two of you?" Amalia asked gently, standing behind me as she combed my hair. I sat in front of the vanity, preparing to head to the studio after breakfast when Amalia followed me into the bedroom. She took the hairbrush from my hand and began to comb my hair herself. I stared at her through the mirror, thinking, 'This must be what it's like to have a mother who loves you, who cares for you'. Mine had always been colder than the frost on a January morning. Amalia's touch was gentle, her fingers gliding through my hair like a warm breeze over a meadow, softly working out the knots with patience that felt foreign to me. "Good, better than ever." Her eyes lit up with pure happiness. "Really? Has he finally grown a pair and started treating you with the respect you deserve?" Images flashed through my mind—being pressed against a car in a dingy parking lot, our first time after marriage happening in the backseat. It didn’t exactly scream r

Lilianna »»»◈««« Six Years Earlier »»»◈«««»»»◈««« I jolted awake as the basement door creaked open, followed by the ominous thud of several heavy footsteps making their way down the stairs. I glanced up at the long flight of stairs, watching their shiny shoes draw nearer with each deliberate step. The closer they got, the more my emotions churned. Fear wasn’t what gripped me; instead, my heart was shattered, and rage coursed through my veins. I rested my head against the cold wall, refusing to acknowledge their presence. Their voices murmured in low tones. Suddenly, the harsh screech of a chair being dragged across the floor pierced the air. I didn't flinch, though every nerve in my body was on edge. The chair came to a stop, and I could feel their eyes boring into me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever came next. "Get her up," my dad commanded. Two men strode over and roughly seized my arms, hauling me to my feet. They dragged me to the chair they'd placed in